Barman’s daughter, but she knew how to pull them.Blacksmith’s daughter, but she knew how to forge ahead.Bookbinder’s daughter, but she knew her ...ay between the sheets.Bricklayer’s daughter, but she was certainly stacked.Butcher’s daughter, but there wasn’t much more she could loin.Cattleman’s daughter, but she couldn’t keep her calves together.Carpenter’s daughter, but you should have seen her circular sores!Carpenter’s daughter, but she always had tools in her box!Cave man’s daughter, but you. I rose, my skirts rustling. His hands moved, pulling up on them.Our lips parted.“My sweetling,” he grinned at me. “I knew you loved me.”“So much, Father,” I lied, fighting the urge to spit in his face. I needed his cock in me. Why did I want to fuck him? I hated him.I slammed my pussy hard on his dick, fucking down his shaft. He grunted in pleasure at my incestuous embrace. I groaned, my father’s dick stretching out my pussy. My back arched, my body welcoming his shaft.My snatch clenched down. Can't be worth more than fifty bucks at an auction of stupid people."I looked at the painting, a dingy, brown canvas showing some kind of mythical beast looming over a pair of innocent girls. The thing might not have been half-bad if it weren't for the years of grime that had stripped its colour of any lustre or aesthetics. Just bad, worn-out artwork."You know what we should do to it?" Burn it?" I laughed."Piss on it," he said. "Piss on this and piss on the whole fucking bunch of cretins in. When all the media frenzy has died down I'll tell you more, but telling you too much new stuff now might cause you to say the wrong thing when someone asks you about them." It's very weird the way they come whenever you want?" For now, let's just say it's because angels are very smart and clever because they work for God. I'll tell you more later, but now isn't the time. There are too many other important things to worry about." Okay. I want to know though."I got back to the main issue, "We'll.